December | 2000FilmTeen

I began this year with the intention to slow my pace and truly see all the parts that make up the life being lived around me. Part of me thought having a record of at least a fraction of a second each day for all the days on the calendar would feel more freeing. But I have to admit, those fractions of seconds - now printed and stacked in plastic - are all quietly pointing to what I cannot capture.

Through this endeavor I’ve pushed the limits of what I can see, what I can experience, and what I can only keep through my memory. It’s been exhilarating to jump over and be knocked down by visual boundaries that I never would have discovered had I not paused to see them.

“And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky - so the space where I exist, and I want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.”- Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

It’s been a beautiful year, and now the hefty stack of prints and I can prove it. It feels as if my eyes have gained some stretch marks, and I’m pretty proud of them.